Owen Moreland's eyes narrowed slightly.
Amelia Clarke also realized that her explanation came out too hastily, which made it seem more deliberate. She smiled sheepishly, trying to remedy the situation, "He... is a classmate of my cousin..."
Owen just watched her, his gaze deep, with a mock smile, making Amelia's scalp tingle, and her eyes dodged, not daring to meet his.
A moment passed.
He said, "What are you nervous about? I just wanted to say, invite that William Smith to dinner with us tomorrow night. After all, he helped me out a lot today."
His tone was casual, but Amelia dared not take his words lightly.
She looked into Owen's eyes suspiciously, trying to discern whether he was being serious or not, but the man's eyes were too calm, and beyond the profound blackness, she could discern nothing else.
After a long while, she smiled ingratiatingly, "That won't be necessary, right? We're all classmates, there's no need to be so formal."
